Pressed Love
The rose of mine
That you hid in your favourite book
I retrieved it
Though has it wilted due to the dry paper
For it's not a flower
But a bush
That's evergreen
And with your smile
Does it bloom.....
A meeting Coincidental, was it destiny? I don't know ... For life we swore To be together Did we see the future? I don't know .....
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